So Gone Lyrics
(Chorus)
I’ve been hurt so Im out of love
And somebody call the plug cause I’m looking for a lot of drugs
Nigga playing then he out of luck
Catch him while he out of bounds with no weapon, Ima wet him up
Me and London on the phone
She can’t even talk back to me yet
But she smile when she hear me talking
Going hard keep a ruger on me for precaution
Run it up, run it up what I’m doing often
(Verse 1)
If it ain’t bout a check Ima have to fall back
Bae I’m hitting jugs Ima have to call back
My own partner told what the fuck you call that?
Know a couple niggas change I ain’t even cross back
Say i need to make a song turn it up though
All this pain tell me what I’m turning up for
You’ll never get it back if you front those
Tryna stay alive i dont really stunt hoes
Me and London going hard on the flight
She can’t even talk back but she smile when she hear me talking
Run it up for my girl all I’m doing often
Babymama ever need it she know she can call me
Mel called i can't even get my named called
Locked down i can't even get the chains off
He ain’t real he ain’t one of my niggas
Go to war for anyone if my niggas
One of my niggas
(Chorus)
I’ve been hurt so Im out of love
And somebody call the plug cause I’m looking for a lot of drugs
Nigga playing then he out of luck
Catch him while he out of bounds with no weapon, Ima wet him up
Me and London on the phone
She can’t even talk back to me yet
But she smile when she hear me talking
Going hard keep a ruger on me for precaution
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Run it up, run it up what I’m doing often
(Verse 2)
I got Nunu on the wall phone
He expressing all his feelings i can tell he going through a lot
Missing wolf he don’t call home
And when we do speak he don’t really really like to talk bout lot
Look bra what be on your mind, we can talk about it
Said she’ll never leave, now she walking out
Deep depression, suffer from too many
Incarcerated, I can't get a penny
Down bad now we moving up
Tryna pull a step down but we here, ain’t no fooling us
Jeff was telling me to do it to em
But his mama like my mama
That’ll hurt her if i do it to em
Rolling gas I’m with my shooter bae
Talking gangster he know Ima do em
Money talk, i speak it very influent
Run it up you know how we be doing
(Chorus)
I’ve been hurt so Im out of love
And somebody call the plug cause I’m looking for a lot of drugs
Nigga playing then he out of luck
Catch him while he out of bounds with no weapon, Ima wet him up
Me and London on the phone
She can’t even talk back to me yet
But she smile when she hear me talking
Going hard keep a ruger on me for precaution
Run it up, run it up what I’m doing often
